Connie felt again the tightness, niggardliness of the men of her generation. They were so tight, so scared of life!
When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.
Human desire is the criterion of all truth and all good. Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling. There is really nothing to fear. The motive of fe...
You're spending your life without renewing it. You've got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You're spending your vitality without making any. Can't go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!
You can't insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it.
Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warm-hearted. Ibelieve especially in being warm-hearted in love, in fucking with awarm heart. I believe if men could fuck with warm hearts, and the w...
Democracy in America was never the same as Liberty in Europe. In Europe Liberty was a great life-throb. But in America Democracy was always something anti-life. The greatest democrats, like Abraham Li...
A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it.
The days passed, the weeks. But everything seemed to have fused, gone into a conglomerated mass. He could not tell one day from another, hardly one place from another. Nothing was distinct or distingu...
What is the knocking?What is the knocking at the door in the night?It is somebody who wants to do us harm.No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them.
That’s the place to get to—nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
On revient toujours a son premier amour. It sounds like a cynicism to-day. As if we really meant: On ne revient jamais a son premier amour. But as a matter of fact, a man never leaves his first love,...
I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.(, November 1913)
A young man is afraid of his demon and pulls his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes and speaks for him.
You're always begging things to love you, he said, as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them
What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist.
Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.
My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.
And dimly she realised one of the great laws of the human soul: that when the emotional soul receives a wounding shock, which does not kill the body, the soul seems to recover as the body recovers. Bu...
One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.